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"A Dancing Robot Who Liked To Ride Dinosaurs and Chase The Sun"

Today I decided to, again, start blogging. The biggest force that led me to this decision was "meeting" a new hero - Dan Fredinburg. He was someone I wish I can one day come to be, he lived his life to its fullest "the equivalent of at least 100 lifetimes."


Dan Fredinburg is one of the people who got killed by the earthquake that stuck Nepal. He was a Google executive, climate activist, inventor, explorer and entrepreneur, add to that he was Sophia Bush's ex lover. His name would surface in most conversations about the heartbreaking tragedy, mainly because of the resume-worthy badges that was mentioned above, normally it was Google executive or Sophia Bush's ex... So I couldn't care less, after all, I had other friends in Nepal whom I was worried about.

Not until today when his death hit me with so much impact, that I actually took an action to what his life stood for - "pushing the  human race to be greater, more daring, and to truly live life." A moral responsibility I believe each human being is accountable to.

As I was driving home, the words that was told about Dan played in my head... I couldn't come up with another excuse not to live a life I always dreamed of, and this includes sharing my thoughts to a larger audience, which I've been parking for as long as I can remember.

I had so many excuses:
- I don't like sharing my thoughts to people I don't have connections with
- I don't write too well
- I don't have time
- I don't know how to layout a blog
- I'm scared that I will sound self-proclaiming
- I'm scared that nobody will appreciate
- My best stories are things Im too scared to publish
- My thoughts are not organized
and so on and so forth

But then, the invite to live life to its full potential was so strong, just by reading a couple of articles and Instagram notes about Dan that I finally decide to write something. Dan will be in my heroes list along with Princess Sarah, Matilda, Vicky the Robot, Tom Sawyer, Thoreau (which until now I cannot spell correctly without googling it).

I felt like it will be a betrayal to my hero if I don't do it, now. I felt it was a betrayal myself and to the rest of my dreams. I want to give something more to him than a kiss in the sky, a manifest that his life was not in vain. I want to celebrate Dan.

Not to mention that I formed a major crush on him that writing this, is the only way I can act on it. I cannot invite myself to dinner with him because there will be no chance now, that I will see him in my dorm room. He was physically attractive, HOT! but more so, he was brimming with life.



But more than the reasons I've stated is because I think I want to become the stories that was written about him:
- stories that impacted lives for the better
- a life that pushed human race to be greater, more daring, and to truly live life rather than survive it
- "A dancing robot who liked to ride dinosaurs and chase sun and envision a better future for the world. His brain knew how to build it. His heart was constantly evolving to push himself to make it so."

I will live fearlessly, Id like to think I already am.






Check out more about Dan on the links below.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/04/27/dan-fredinburg-mount-everest-letter_n_7153166.html?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000063

https://instagram.com/p/16ZQD9jiMa/

http://www.livedan.com/




 

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